Maidhood PG-03a
The English Maid
By Bobbi Swan
Our pretty maid on vacation from her Graduate school has been working as an English Nanny in a swank household as a co-op course agreed to by her professor. The widowed owner had found her at one of the exquisite Beverly Hills parties that she had attended as Little Red Ridinghood on Halloween. Swept off her feet with promises and visions of stardom in the U. K. in movies and television she had accepted her employer's offer to visit with all expenses paid. Never realizing that meant employment as caretaker and maid to the gentleman's children, a boy and a girl, she remained undaunted in her quest -- and since she shared his bed on discrete nights -- she accepted this role as 'cover' for his public. After all, he had assured her that he was the owner of the studio as well as a producer.
Thus with stars in her eyes and even a premonition of marriage into this estate she worked diligently at her very best with the children and household. Even the cook was pleased with her attitude and willingness to help on all occasions. Our Nanny was not even dismayed to find more than one fancy and formal maid's uniforms in her closet at times -- although she was never required to don them ever.
One night as she was seated with the children finishing their dinner she was surprised to see the gentleman of the manner invade their private dining area with a beaming smile and a hearty cheer for all. It was only two weeks away from Christmas and he had good news for our girl.
"Tomorrow," he announced happily, "will be a photo session and screen test here in our home for Nanny."
The children clapped for glee to hear this and our student joined them with a startled look and twinkle in her eyes. How she radiated with the good news. At last her career might be off to a start and she vowed to remember this happy day forever.
The photo shoot was planned for the following afternoon at four and she was informed that she was to be ready for dressing and makeup by one o'clock sharp.
She had the children off to bed in a whisk sharply at nine and then was invited for brandy with her host and patrician in his library. There they celebrated for an hour or two and when she was invited to his room and bed she accepted with ardor and proceeded (with a stop in her room for a seductive peignoir) to join him in bed and bolster her warmth into fire for the evening and long night.
Her dreams were filled with her hero and a new life on the screen as she toured the world in acclamation.
The day dawned with bright sunlight as if to herald her new being and she hurried the children in readiness for their breakfast and had them off to school. It was a special day for them and they would not return until well into dinner time as their class was scheduled for a tour of the Royal Palace that afternoon.
She ate a small and excited meal with cook and bubbled over with her enthusiasm for the afternoon happenings. Cook watched with amusement happy (but wary) for her.
At one o'clock sharp two ladies appeared and with our girl fresh from her bubble bath to take over and began pampering her toweled and robed body. A full body massage was given in luxury on a portable table brought for the occasion. Her body tingled with freshness and new life.
Satisfied with their progress, one attendant seated her in a beauty chair where her toes and feet were massaged and done in a bright red polish. Her hands were held in place by the other and were immaculately manicured to match. She was a virtual prisoner of joy as they had her seated and worked away. She felt like a queen on her throne!
By three o'clock they were ready to do her makeup and trim and set her hair that she had shampooed herself in her bath. All it needed was wetting again for the set. Both worked and oohed and aahed as her face was pampered with powder and brush and her face finished with blush to raise her high boned cheeks in elegance. And then it was her eyes they fussed over making them big and bright with lashes and brows trimmed to perfection.
Only her attendants watched the clock knowing that the studio photographers would be sharply on time. With ten minutes to spare they had her on her feet into suntan pantyhose and a scarlet teddi. All our 'queen' was missing was her outfit for the evening and she began to wonder what indeed was planned for her screening. Thoughts of an elegant gown fluttered through her pretty head as she was paraded in front of a full door mirror admiring herself. What would the Lord of the manor think now of his Lady?
Before she could ask her attendants about her garments they led her to the living room that was all aglow with Christmas decorations and a magnificent well trimmed tree. Lights and cameras were in place and blazing. Our model blinked her eyes in bewilderment.
There was the costumer holding out her dress for the event.
Shocked she saw a maid's uniform, but not one of her working ones -- a bright shining red satin French maid ensemble. Still stunned she submitted to stepping into it and letting them zip her up the back. The crisp white satin apron was tied tightly about her waist and one of the stylists pinned her lace cap in place saucily on her new coiffure. She automatically stepped into matching satin shoes as the photographer guided her to the ornamented tree and helped her to a kneeling pose.
Her only thought -- there she was a maid again and dismay filled her pretty head!
And then looking up -- she saw the Lord of the manner smiling at her.
"Smile, honey, this will be our studio's Christmas card. Thousands will see you!"
Maybe her holidays would be very special after all!
Merry Christmas to all, Bobbi Swan
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